Chapter 511： Buddha said: I like you (15)

Wang Chen knew that he should not have such emotions.

He also knows his identity. He is a disciple of Buddhism. He should have no desires and no desires.

At any time, I keep a Zen mind in my heart, calm like water, without waves.

Maybe it was the marriage lottery that fell by chance, maybe it was the re-encounter in the Zen hall, maybe it was the girl who gave him the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, or maybe...the hot spring pool accidentally bumped into him that day.

Or maybe even earlier, the girl's face was carved into his soul, and he could inadvertently set off a storm in his heart.

Seeing the girl in front of her keep approaching, Wangchen stiffened and said slowly, "Amitabha, benefactor, please...respect yourself."

When the words fell, the girl in front of her stopped as expected.

The person opposite was silent, Wang Chen lowered his eyes, but became even more nervous.

A feeling of remorse suddenly rose in my heart.

Is what he just said heavy?

But, it's not heavy.

This is a very normal tone, every monk will say this when they encounter this.

But……

Wang Chen pursed his lips, he secretly raised his eyes and glanced at the girl in front of him.

This look, accidentally bumped into the other party's dark eyes.

Wang Chen was stunned for a moment.

For a while, I didn't know how to react, and looked at each other blankly.

It's not good to look back.

When he lowered his head, it seemed that he was deliberately avoiding.

Mingming had told the girl before that there was no escape.

After thinking about it, hesitating for a long time, Wang Chen gave up the idea of ​​lowering his head and withdrawing his gaze.

It's just... looking directly at the girl like this, he couldn't help but start to get nervous again.

"Hey, you're not really afraid of me, are you?"

Feng Qian saw the dodge in Little Fragment's eyes.

Is she not showing enough motherly love? Feng Qian pondered silently.

Wangchen faltered for a long time before he spoke clearly: "I'm not afraid."

Feng Qian stared at the fragments, apparently in disbelief.

Thinking that after so many days, I still don't know what the small fragments are called, so Feng Qian asked, "What's the name of the little master?"

Wangchen paused for a moment, and replied, "Fahao Wangchen."

Wangchen was sent to Jingyuan Temple when he was a child, and he didn't know if he had a name before he became a monk.

The old monk who raised him did not mention his past at all.

Of course, he wasn't interested either.

Once you enter Buddhism, you renounce the world. The identity in the red dust does not seem so important.

He just forgets the dust.

"Forget dust..."

The wind is silent.

"Feng Qian. My name."

The girl raised her eyes to look at the little monk opposite, her dark eyes filled with a smile, with a bit of... uh, the kindness of an old mother.

Wangchen knew that the most recent guests in the monastery were from the imperial palace and had a distinguished status.

Before the Buddha, all living beings are equal.

When people with distinguished status come to Jingyuan Temple, the monks in the temple will not make any special difference.

He had also heard young monks in the monastery gather together and whisper, saying that guests complained that the food was unpalatable, the bed was too hard, and they would take their anger out on the monks.

These people are pampered, and the monks in the temple are tolerant and tolerant, and they don't care about anything.

Only the young monks who are still young will chew their tongues behind their backs.

He also did not dare to be heard by the respected old monk in the temple.

Otherwise, they will inevitably be punished for copying Buddhist scriptures.

When Wangchen thought of this, he could not help but ask: "Is the donor still used to living here?"

Feng Qian didn't expect Xiao Shard to suddenly ask such a question, she just answered truthfully: "I was a little uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it gradually."

"Um."

Wang Chen replied in a low voice.